Backpack Chronicles

Backpack heavy, but my head stay light First bell ring and I'm

back in the fight

Hallway shuffle, sneakers squeak on tile Homeroom roll call,

I fake a little smile Teacher talk fast,

I jot it in the margin Brain on a test,

stomach on a bargain Cafeteria tray,

cold fries, warm jokes Study group later,

still we try to stay woke

We in the books,

we in the halls Trying not to trip when the pressure calls

A-plus dreams, but the clock don't pause I learn my way,

yeah, I break their laws (yeah)

Pop quiz stress, but I breathe real slow Calculator dead,

still I make it flow Group project drama,

everybody vanishing I do the slides while my patience diminishing Coach yell

loud, pep rally in the gym

I doodle plans, let the future start to dim— nah Flip that

thought, I ain't stuck in a grade I'm stacking days like a

ladder I made Last bell hit,

sun low on the steps Homework in my bag,

but I still got reps Tomorrow another round,

but tonight I breathe